"No, it wasn't a nightmare," said the boy.

He had but little to say while eating breakfast, but on the way to
school he told Nan, while Freddie and Flossie listened also.

"Oh, Bert, supposing it was a real ghost?" cried Nan, taking a deep
breath. "Why, I'd be scared out of my wits,--I know I'd be!"

"Mamma says there are no ghosts. But I saw something--I am sure of
that."

"I don't want to see any ghostses," came from Flossie.

"Nor I," added Freddie. "Sam told about a ghost once that was as high
as a tree an' had six heads, to eat bad boys and girls up. Did this have
six heads, Bert?"

"No."

"How many heads did it have?"

"I don't know--one, I guess."

"And was it as high as a tree?" went on the inquisitive little fellow.

"Oh, it couldn't stand up in the room if it was as high as a tree,"
burst out Flossie.

"Could if it was a tiny _baby_ tree," expostulated Freddie.